Luyện nghe bài hát Parade

white man in white pants was
inside out and his ass
a little black on black rollerblades
his butt and picked it up
and it back and said "hey pops,
c'mon down we're a parade!"

everybody in this
is turning brown, it's
c'mon we're having a parade
answer your phone, let it sing
and join the orchestra of
that will be our soundtrack for

a million realize there's better things to do
than their whole lives being accessible to you
like off their clothes and marching down the avenue
"i'm in new york city, don't i look so pretty? hey!"

mike bloomberg and jesse
sit in tompkins square
a stalemate start another game
jessica, tawana,
and the indian jane
mr. softies in the shade

a big fat in a thong
and a college girl nothing on
share a laugh a lemonade
seven foot trading tricks
business men on pogo sticks
'cause invited, hip hooray!

a million realizing that reality
is much more real outside door than it is on TV
a plethora of specimens taken to the street
singing "i'm in new city, don't i look so pretty? hey!"

summertime in new york city
and the people aren't just old pretty
they're hot as hell, i i'm gonna faint
even the and the hari krishnas
and the guy who spray paints solar
on the backs of paper plates

so hot you could fry an egg
on the back of the humping my leg
i kinda like it, what can i say?
here comes hot dog in her wig
she's three times a lady, sweating a pig
the sun is shining okay

a million people realize a smile on someone's
is even more contagious than west nile or or aids
and what makes people smile more than a big
through the of new york city
everyone's so pretty
life to be so shitty
but summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!

white man in pants was dancing
inside out and his ass
a little black girl on black
found his butt and it up
and gave it back and "hey pops,
c'mon down having a parade,
c'mon down having a parade,
c'mon down having a parade,
woohoo! hey!!!"